Last year, I received a surprise gift that literally changed my life.
Following my husband’s death, I had moved cross-country to be near family. I was grieving not only the loss of that great man, but also our four cats and two dogs that I’d had to “farm out” before my move. Friends took the cats but the pups were another story: I didn’t want them separated, and ended up placing them in an animal adoption program. I worried endlessly about their fate.
My landlady- who soon became a dear friend- suffered with me through my times of grief. Soon before Christmas of 2015, she unexpectedly “gifted me” with the suggestion that I get a kitten; she had decided to waive the no-pets policy. I was off and running, investigating all possibilities through our local SPCA. And that’s how Ruby, my beautiful long-haired calico, came to live with me just before the first of the year.